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Chapter 22: Dust and Defiance
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bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 22: Dust and Defiance
LUCA!The high-beams from the SUVs carved through the shop windows, turning the dust in the air into thick white ribbons. I kept my back pressed against the cold marble of the counter. Beside me, Isabella was curled small, her shoulder barely touching mine. Her breathing was shallow. She looked pale, wrung out, and for the first time since any of this started, she wasn't looking for a way out. She was just sitting there. Waiting.I didn't know if that was better or worse."Silvio!" My voice echoed due to the presence of clocks. "You're stalling! You're waiting on a signal that isn't coming! Your men are outside right now asking each other why they're bleeding in a back alley for a ghost story!"Silence.Then: "Enzo!" Silvio's voice cut straight past me like I wasn't worth the breath. "Enzo, I know you can hear me. You were always the smart one. You know what this man is. You know where this ends. Push him out the door, bring the girl, and you're the new Head o
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"Get back in here. It was nothing," I called out, my voice echoing down the concrete hallway.I stayed pressed against the wall by the window, my heart still trying to kick its way out of my ribs. I watched the black SUV through the slats of the wooden blinds. The brake lights flickered once, then the engine cut out. A woman in a floral coat hopped out of the driver’s seat, grabbing two bags of groceries from the back. She walked toward the brownstone across the street, fumbling for her keys.A grocery run. I had almost started a war over a gallon of milk and some eggs.I lowered my gun and let out a long, jagged breath. My hand was shaking, the adrenaline curdling in my veins and turning into a sick, heavy weight. I felt like an idiot. I was the King of the city, and I was jumping at shadows like a stray dog.The heavy service door creaked open, and Isabella and Enzo walked back into the loft. They didn't look relieved. They looked like they had just been dragged through the mud agai
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"Hold still, Enzo. You’re going to pull the stitches if you keep squirming," I said, my voice barely a whisper.I was sitting on the edge of the low sofa, the industrial light from the ceiling humming above us. I had a bowl of warm water and a fresh roll of gauze in my lap. Enzo let out a low, pained groan as I removed the blood-soaked bandage from his shoulder."I’ve had worse, Isabella. Really," Enzo said, though his face was pale and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat."Liar," I muttered, dipping a clean cloth into the water. "You’re a terrible patient, you know that? You act like you’re made of stone, just like him."Enzo looked at me then, his gaze softening. He reached out with his good hand and gently touched my arm, his fingers resting just above my wrist. It wasn't the hard, demanding grip Luca always used. It was light, almost hesitant. I liked it."I’m not like him," Enzo said softly. "Luca was born into the cold part of the world. I just happened to live in it.
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"Move your legs, Isabella. You’re blocking the path to the medical kit," Luca said, his voice grating against the steady hum of the van’s engine.I didn't move. I sat on the floor of the windowless laundry van, my back against a stack of rough, industrial towels that smelled like harsh bleach. I kept my eyes fixed on the vibrating metal door across from me. Every time the van hit a pothole, the entire frame shivered like it was about to fall apart."I said move," Luca repeated, his tone sharpening."And I said I’m busy," I snapped back, not even glancing at him.I was leaning over Enzo, who was stretched out on a pile of linen. His face was a pale, and his breath was coming in short, whistled gasps. I was using a damp cloth to wipe the sweat from his forehead, trying to keep his fever from spiking again. Enzo reached out, his hand trembling as he caught my wrist. His grip was weak, but his touch felt warmer and more human than anything I had felt from Luca all day."It’s okay, kid," E
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The morning light filtered through the grime- covered windows of the cabin illuminating the room brightly, it didn’t even make we want to stand up from the bed, it just reminded me where I was. I felt the air before I even opened my eyes. It was heavy, still, and impossibly cold.But I wasn't cold.
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The truck didn't slow down until the city lights were long gone. We traded the paved highways for dirt roads that wound through thick, dark forests. Branches scraped against the sides of the pickup like fingernails on glass. Inside the cab, the silence was so thick it felt like it was choking me.
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